…A pastel patina blotted by paper towel clouds and a paintbrush prairie, these roads, places, and faces are like freckles on my arm… I stop the bike three miles from home where asphalt meets gravel and a Minden Exchange Bank sign sits repaired since the last time I saw it. It’s been 525 miles, 9 hours of moving. Standing at the rear of the bike I write this last entry, a habit more nourishing than the food I consumed today…